"Bitch," Katya whispers.
"That's all you got?" I respond.
"I won. I think."
I shake my head and lift her wrist. It's still bandaged. I have a feeling it's going to need a medic before the end of camp, if she continues to agitate it.
"What happened this time?" I ask.
Katya twists her head to meet my gaze. "None of your business." And then she smiles, tired but satisfied.
"What happens later is on you. Remember that," I warn her.
She rolls her eyes. "What? You gonna kiss me again?"
Is she daring me? There's a gleam in her eyes that makes me think she is. We hold each other's gazes, the intensity of our mutual attraction undeniable. I start to think we won't make it through camp without fucking, even though I really think it'd be a huge, huge mistake.
"Was this about the Jenna incident?" Riley crouches down near us. "She was going off about it last night."
She looks towards him, releasing me from the spell that settles between us whenever we're together. "It was about a … few things," Katya says vaguely. "She had that coming."
"Civilians," Riley mutters.
"Go get cleaned up." I nudge her with my knee.
Riley stands and offers her a hand, pulling her up.
With a lingering glance at me, Katya leaves. I watch her until she disappears behind the door leading out of the pool area.
"Petr know you're fucking his sister?" Riley asks with his normal bluntness, confirming the instinct that's telling me what's between us is getting stronger.
"I'm not," I reply.
"Coulda fooled me."
I eye him.
"Not prying." He holds up his hands, grinning. "She's hot. With a temper like that, she'll be a wild fuck. Just saying … she's Petr's sister."
Carson nears, as if interested in my response. I climb to my feet.
"Because she's his sister is why I'm not," I say carefully. "That's all I'll say about it."
Riley nods. Carson is smiling. They know my tone well enough to know they need to drop it.
"Hey, guys. What'd I miss?" It's Harris.
I face him, my mind growing quiet the way it does before I punch someone. It takes me a minute to remember that Petr gets to deal with this shitbag.
But that doesn't mean we can't have a little talk.
"You got a minute, Harris?" I ask casually with a smile.
"Yeah, sure."
"Come on. Let's walk and talk." I start towards the gate. "We'll be back in five, Riley."